I came across the horror of a crowd gathering stones and heading toward where a woman, beaten, laying on her side by a building, her arms wrapped around her head as she tried to ward off the stones. The yells of how she was an affront to God, the self-satisfaction of those who felt they were killing for their GOD. I stood unrecognized, one who could change all this with a thought, though I WORK for another who makes the decisions, I too am merely a player in his grand drama of ever shifting fates and allegiances, where even the ANGELS OF GOD fall from favor and are hunted by the Son...
I turned screaming to the crowd, running into the people and shoving them aside, knocking the rocks from their hands, ignoring their protests, the Hatred in my eyes enough to make them back and way, and let me through to the bleeding woman's side. Standing in front of her, she grabbed ahold of my legs from behind, grateful for any protection from her coming death... a death she felt would send her to hell, because she had sold her body to feed a fatherless family.
My scream surprises them.WHO HERE IS WITHOUT SIN???? LET THEM THROW THE FIRST STONE. They expect a Rabbi to praise their actions...
He forces all of them to remember their worst sin, the one that might would have gotten them too stoned.... if ever they were found out. The horror of their feelings dropped the rocks from their hands, sent some trembling to their knees.... I made sure they saw the stones flying from the hands of hateful masks on the faces of neighbors they had known all their lives, women they had bedded, children they had given bits of candy... Their hypocrisy enflamed my spirit and I hurt them for their folly, left them with a humbling memory from which they would never return the same, and a much stronger motivation -- I let the mob feel how a human reacts to when their God Himself turns away from them for a behavior. A God always there until one day He is not... and they are left alone in the universe of their minds, without the map of spirituality to find their way through the vast, dark unknown. Humans need few truths. The Golden Rule is enough, because it works for people who share all religions, and have none. The only law JUSTICE. Nothing to argue about.
This story of the stoning was meant to reach the future.... though it has been watered down to people living in glass houses. People do not live in glass houses. They do live under watchful eyes. Once I used the metaphor that creatures in space were watching the earth. There are many planets with life out there who have developed devices sophisticated enough to look through the cosmos and see in real time what is happening on a planet, instead of the millions of year old images we see when we look into the light reaching earth. I assume such an abundance of other life forms, would study earth for what developing creatures are like, and other reasons. Violent creatures like those who grow up in the brutal world of survival of the fittest seem like the last type peacefully raised and born and evolved creatures would want colonizing the cosmos. I believe the only logical conclusion, and my memories of before coming to earth confirm as much for me alone, though I do not expect them to mean much more to others.
I went into talking about this one night, preaching to my followers what I thought was a great metaphor for the eyes of GOD and also a scientific, star trek effected way of seeing the cosmos. I could see all these experts on other planets, with populations in the zillions, where earth was a popular planet for study, because while there are many planets with life, there are not so many that anyone is not rare. If THE population out there is large enough, and we are an object of study, there would be at least one expert on each and every human, maybe more than one, doing their paper on you... suppose an immortal, or nearly immortal being would watch your entire life, then write their thesis, and see if they can become a professor on earth, and teach about the topic to the epic populations of the known world. This is as logical as any other theory about what could going on out there, and I believe closer than most.
I WAS in the apartment on Lake Shore Drive, where this all started... where I went from a stoned writer with a view of the lake from my writing desk, to whatever I am now? Sitting in a red leather chair, a cat and a dog by my side.... knocking out the comedy and political commentary I did every day. Smoking the pot that kept me inspired and feeling funny enough to take the horrors I read about and put them in words people would read, because they had some comedy to them. I considered the method subversive because when I had written about the horrors of the world before, the interest was a lot less. Add in a laugh or ten and they read through, not even noticed they learned something, their consciousness ever so slightly changed from having seen a problem confronted. Before the call that made the secret world visible to me, and no one was whom they had seemed... as I discovered the King of Kings, the Angel, was a long term intelligence prop, too... a last ditch way of earning the trust of the USA and creating a one world religion, showing the world the Vatican had an actual angel, proof of the unseen.
When the 'angel' spent his first week telling them he was the christ, and hated being confused with angels... all their lofty plans began to shatter. They fought me from the beginning, because others who I had no clue about had attacked. Set into action a coup for world domination, in which I would play a small and vital part. TRYING TO USE GOD SHOWED THEIR ARROGANCE AND ANGERED MY FATHER... WHO IS NOT EXACTLY KNOWN FOR AVOIDING CIVILIAN CASUALTIES... I TRIED TO WARN THEM... GOD DOES NOT WAR, GOD SLAUGHTERS.
The fear that I was going to do some horrible purge, blow up like a bomb, spread.... some took a short story I wrote one day about living underground and did as much. My heart has gone out to since I heard of this., I can imagine the horrors you ran into doing this, though this may have saved you... I do not know, What I do know is there no hiding from the Judgement of God, or what you now consider the wrath of the son.
If I am sent here to spare you the last few horrible years of fighting one another for the last apple left on the planet as you spin into environmental and population horrors that you would avoid at all costs should you know what was coming.... what of it? If I lead you somewhere so much better than where you are, am I murderer or a savior? Sounds like a madman speaking, and if I were to think it is justification for me to mercy kill someone, I would be, to me.... I have NO DESIRE to murder anyone, or even to kill anyone in war. That will come. I will not be one of the men on the podium holding up the heads of the elite.... or the quiet killers who whisk away their bodies to nowhersville...if the battle should play out like this, and so far I am not sure. I would like to avoid them both, but that is up to the elite. They will get an out, the ability to squander their fortunes, before a death tax spreads their fortunes far and wide. I can say this because I do not have a list of their sins in front of me, and I am not a family member of one of their victims. I am not sure I have the right to speak for them.... their demands may be much more punishing than mine, though I would rather let a sinner go to GODS VENGEANCE than get people killed trying to capture them. Soldiers have to be looked at as people who get to go home after the war, and are sent into conflict only when our enemies refuse to stop physical attacks on the innocent, our allies, or of course, ourselves.
All souls go to Heaven. Knowing this makes me the most effective destroyers in God's creation. I am the destruction of life on planets, leaving barren meteor fields in my passing... I am known by the mystics, and just by chance myths, as the apocylpse -- not the feared one of your made up humyn beliefs. I offer mercy killings where I cannot work with a species enough to bring them peace, and they are on the verge of falling into a hell of their own making.
I took out the lasers from this on line novel...
For most of humynkinds history I have led slave revolts, started religions, or steered them, was an acolyte to your holy men.appearing at times as an Angel, a burning bush.... I am not an angel. Angels can fall. I cannot fall. I earned my position by being the first creature in all of the cosmos to say No to God. My kind collects souls from destroyed planets... entrophy says they all go. He would send those from my planet to give creatures a mercy death, though this was not explained to me... we followed orders out of love of God, our Father -- so to speak, He has no sex, I merely follow your traditions.
---- this is a novel in progress, which also is trying to teach how to write a book. I hope to get these two texts from this vlog. I am a well read and published author from way back with lots of education and experience, though I have never tried to do this before... as such, I took out a major plot device.. the lasers.... you will understand as the story unfolds......
I learned to love the creatures of the planet he sent me to that time, and how He laughed at me, How he seemed to love me ever more. His creation had taken on a life of his own and created Free Will. He allowed me then a variation on our ways, told me that he would send me to the very beginnings of the lives on the planet, that I could attempt to give them ten thousand years of peace before their end. I am the greatest mass murderer in the history of time. I will in the end destroy all that lives on this planet. The Father will decide if I have succeeded or not in steering the species to life or death.Our Father is pure love, and entity I have witnessed in a dream/vision, vast and timeless and immobile.
When a soul has their final death, and nothing is left on the planet's surface to draw the entity back into the cycles of living and learning, they gravitate toward God from every planet, dimension, time... I AM a different being, The Chosen One -- cursed I think at times... chosen for a mission that I would never ask of another. Instead of going back to God, where I began my existence, I instead feel the pull of the pain of other life forms, other planets that are like this earth, struggling with the suffering of the cycle of life.
Now I AM the Son of Man, living among you since before life began here... a creature who is lless than the Father who created us -- I use Father as your term, in reality you would no more apply a sex to GOD than you would a boulder. This is the tale of your planet, from the beginning to the now, as well as a prophesy of your possible futures... Your bibles have some truth, and one is that even the son does not know when the Father will bring on what some of you refer to the rapture, and others death by the greenhouse effect, others nuclear war, others the simple passage of time that eventually destroys all that is created... I am here to answer the prayers that began when your mind first was able to understand death... when you first began to spin myths to answer the questions that are not yours to know except in the most childish of manners... WHAT HAPPENS WHEN WE DIE? I appear in each generation, awakening only after I have learned the ways of a time enough to fullfill my mission. They vary from situation to situation, fire to fire I trudge, bringing my soul into the worst of situations, to rekindle the FREE WILL that humyns have been granted; the only species on the planet that is not completly bound by ther genetic imperatives -- though they are much more than they realize. In one life I am leading a slave revolt; another teaching priests a new slant on religion; another an ancient warrior covered in bear skin barely keeping his tribe alive in desperate times... and now, a warrior in a shadow war fought behind the scenes of the media, between intelligence agencies, undergroud groups, the deeper levels of the Churches, the Masons, the oligarchies, the east and the west... as I try to prepare the souls on earth to choose between ten thousand years of peace, or the haunting visions of endless lightening flowing from my chest, and endless fire from my back, great streams of destruction encircling the planet and consuming the earth... What sounds like a horror will be, should the father decide your ability to solve your problems is hopeless, a mercy killing before the planet plunges into pure chaos, as the damaged atmosphere begins to destroy their crops, flood the coasts, sending cannabilistic refugees across the planet... and bringing a hell on earth God will not allow. My mission is to stop the wealthy from destroying the planet by living lives of luxury while most of the planet is plunged into poverty by their excesses. Already I have been recognized by presidents, popes, the leaders of all countries and churches... and also hidden, as best the intelligence agencies can, after they tried to use me, when I was still waking up... I tried to warn them that while I am forgiving, my Father watches what is done to His son, and exacts horrible revenge...
This book I am drafting will confuse some of you, as I write for those who are involved in the secret world they keep from the masses, though I will try to avoid this... there is cognitive dissonance in all minds, that will attempt to tell you what I write is all fiction, but my oath to you is that I will tell all I can about the ways of man that I learned when the elite attempted to make me create a world wide religion, leading to a one world government, and the carnage that has been left in my wake.... I cannot tell everything, so I use fiction where I must, and other incidents I must leave out entirely, because my writing has resulted in unintended death all across this planet. I am the most dangerous creation God has ever created. I am also the most forgiving.
I OFFER REDEMPTION AND FORGIVENESS for every soul that truly will change their ways.... others I have a special hell for, a place where they pay penance, and learn how much I despise the lifestyle they have just lived. Thank you for reading my words. Know that though I was greatly disturbed when I awoke in these times from my innocence, and this writing should be greatly disturbing to you, that God is love, and in the end, every soul will experience the absolute ecstasy of dwelling in the Golden Light of God's Overwhelming Love forever.
There are compiled entries where you can now read the story up to this point. This is first draft, where I write everything down at first, even though if some of it clashes with other parts... then later decide which way to go. I go back over these compiled chapters again and again, working on them to perfect them, and then working on what is to come, which is the roughest prose. All throughout the book there is more telling so far than showing, because a lot has to be told to bring the reader up to speed, on a war that has been going on for eight years, and has finally come to a head as the elite decide to genocide seven billion and the protagonist begins nuking .... well, let that be a surprise. There are two things going on here, the teaching of how to write a book, and a book... which will become clear if you read the blog. I HAVE MADE A MAJOR CHANGE SINCE DRAFTING THIS BOOK. I AM REMOVING THE USE OF LASERS. PLEASE KEEP THIS IN MIND IF YOU ARE READING THIS DRAFT FROM THE BEGINNING. I hope the chapters stand alone, in a way, from the over all text and can be read as a short story. The poet in me wants each line to sound as if their is a sonnet birthing... But anyways, the chapters I have now are being pared down, to where about five of them are kept, and the remaining chapters, which grow organically from all the ideas in the draft, are set in stone. You are supposed to let the novel lead you, according to John Gardner, and while I love his books, I think he could have plotted better. I aspire at least to be the student who surpasses the teacher, who added to the science of literature his contribution.
---- this is a novel in progress, which also is trying to teach how to write a book. I hope to get these two texts from this vlog. I am a well read and published author from way back with lots of education and experience, though I have never tried to do this before... as such, I took out a major plot device.. the lasers.... you will understand as the story unfolds......
I learned to love the creatures of the planet he sent me to that time, and how He laughed at me, How he seemed to love me ever more. His creation had taken on a life of his own and created Free Will. He allowed me then a variation on our ways, told me that he would send me to the very beginnings of the lives on the planet, that I could attempt to give them ten thousand years of peace before their end. I am the greatest mass murderer in the history of time. I will in the end destroy all that lives on this planet. The Father will decide if I have succeeded or not in steering the species to life or death.Our Father is pure love, and entity I have witnessed in a dream/vision, vast and timeless and immobile.
When a soul has their final death, and nothing is left on the planet's surface to draw the entity back into the cycles of living and learning, they gravitate toward God from every planet, dimension, time... I AM a different being, The Chosen One -- cursed I think at times... chosen for a mission that I would never ask of another. Instead of going back to God, where I began my existence, I instead feel the pull of the pain of other life forms, other planets that are like this earth, struggling with the suffering of the cycle of life.
Now I AM the Son of Man, living among you since before life began here... a creature who is lless than the Father who created us -- I use Father as your term, in reality you would no more apply a sex to GOD than you would a boulder. This is the tale of your planet, from the beginning to the now, as well as a prophesy of your possible futures... Your bibles have some truth, and one is that even the son does not know when the Father will bring on what some of you refer to the rapture, and others death by the greenhouse effect, others nuclear war, others the simple passage of time that eventually destroys all that is created... I am here to answer the prayers that began when your mind first was able to understand death... when you first began to spin myths to answer the questions that are not yours to know except in the most childish of manners... WHAT HAPPENS WHEN WE DIE? I appear in each generation, awakening only after I have learned the ways of a time enough to fullfill my mission. They vary from situation to situation, fire to fire I trudge, bringing my soul into the worst of situations, to rekindle the FREE WILL that humyns have been granted; the only species on the planet that is not completly bound by ther genetic imperatives -- though they are much more than they realize. In one life I am leading a slave revolt; another teaching priests a new slant on religion; another an ancient warrior covered in bear skin barely keeping his tribe alive in desperate times... and now, a warrior in a shadow war fought behind the scenes of the media, between intelligence agencies, undergroud groups, the deeper levels of the Churches, the Masons, the oligarchies, the east and the west... as I try to prepare the souls on earth to choose between ten thousand years of peace, or the haunting visions of endless lightening flowing from my chest, and endless fire from my back, great streams of destruction encircling the planet and consuming the earth... What sounds like a horror will be, should the father decide your ability to solve your problems is hopeless, a mercy killing before the planet plunges into pure chaos, as the damaged atmosphere begins to destroy their crops, flood the coasts, sending cannabilistic refugees across the planet... and bringing a hell on earth God will not allow. My mission is to stop the wealthy from destroying the planet by living lives of luxury while most of the planet is plunged into poverty by their excesses. Already I have been recognized by presidents, popes, the leaders of all countries and churches... and also hidden, as best the intelligence agencies can, after they tried to use me, when I was still waking up... I tried to warn them that while I am forgiving, my Father watches what is done to His son, and exacts horrible revenge...
This book I am drafting will confuse some of you, as I write for those who are involved in the secret world they keep from the masses, though I will try to avoid this... there is cognitive dissonance in all minds, that will attempt to tell you what I write is all fiction, but my oath to you is that I will tell all I can about the ways of man that I learned when the elite attempted to make me create a world wide religion, leading to a one world government, and the carnage that has been left in my wake.... I cannot tell everything, so I use fiction where I must, and other incidents I must leave out entirely, because my writing has resulted in unintended death all across this planet. I am the most dangerous creation God has ever created. I am also the most forgiving.
I OFFER REDEMPTION AND FORGIVENESS for every soul that truly will change their ways.... others I have a special hell for, a place where they pay penance, and learn how much I despise the lifestyle they have just lived. Thank you for reading my words. Know that though I was greatly disturbed when I awoke in these times from my innocence, and this writing should be greatly disturbing to you, that God is love, and in the end, every soul will experience the absolute ecstasy of dwelling in the Golden Light of God's Overwhelming Love forever.
There are compiled entries where you can now read the story up to this point. This is first draft, where I write everything down at first, even though if some of it clashes with other parts... then later decide which way to go. I go back over these compiled chapters again and again, working on them to perfect them, and then working on what is to come, which is the roughest prose. All throughout the book there is more telling so far than showing, because a lot has to be told to bring the reader up to speed, on a war that has been going on for eight years, and has finally come to a head as the elite decide to genocide seven billion and the protagonist begins nuking .... well, let that be a surprise. There are two things going on here, the teaching of how to write a book, and a book... which will become clear if you read the blog. I HAVE MADE A MAJOR CHANGE SINCE DRAFTING THIS BOOK. I AM REMOVING THE USE OF LASERS. PLEASE KEEP THIS IN MIND IF YOU ARE READING THIS DRAFT FROM THE BEGINNING. I hope the chapters stand alone, in a way, from the over all text and can be read as a short story. The poet in me wants each line to sound as if their is a sonnet birthing... But anyways, the chapters I have now are being pared down, to where about five of them are kept, and the remaining chapters, which grow organically from all the ideas in the draft, are set in stone. You are supposed to let the novel lead you, according to John Gardner, and while I love his books, I think he could have plotted better. I aspire at least to be the student who surpasses the teacher, who added to the science of literature his contribution.
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